it must feel nice to know, that somebody needs you.

and the night drifts in
the snow provides a silent cover

and I'm not your favorite lover

Your happiness is my business
I'm practicing like a violin
I see your face when I hear that song
It's in my head playing on and on
Play me, play me
It's much too quiet to drink at home
It's much too kinky on the telephone
Stick in a quarter, let that jukebox sing
Don't let that goddamn record spin again
Play me, play me
PLAY ME!
On every street corner, every bar
On every radio, in every car
In every club, every dance floor
Hiding right behind every door
In every restaurant, every plain